Whaatup? Wassup? Howdy? Satsri akal? I have so much to tell you. These are random thoughts, so don’t look for a link.
What men, why you attacking us, men? What my fader did to your fader, huh? Accha, you tink I’m being paranoid about us Catlicks being targeted?
Talk to me, dear teenager, you awesome 16-year-old, child adult, social media czar, downloader of every kind of app, selfie expert -- I need to get into your head, under your skin, without treading on your privacy
I'm a part of 125 WhatsApp groups. Yes, can't believe it na? I've been told it’s a Guiness Book of World Records fact
So ‘they’ve’ banned cow slaughter in Maharashtra. It’s all a bit strange to me
I love the concept of the Academy Awards. Especially the films that make their way through the Odyssey-like journey to the Oscars.
What a fortnight it has been. I’ve been interviewing many a celebrity with my tough-talking microphone, a la Barkha Dutt
So, I’M onto the final screenplay draft of my superhero blockbuster MUFFLER MAN 3. (Sadly MUFFLER MAN 1 and MUFFLER MAN 2 tanked badly at the box office
So All-India Bakchod dudes, how’s it going? I can only imagine what the last three days have been like
So the gum-chewing Barackbhai and the Bibhu Mohapatra-sporting Michelleben flew out of Bharat leaving a trail of N-deals and multi-cuisine meals behind them
My neighbourhood video store is shutting shop. “Why Shaileshbhai, what’s the problem?” “Sir, the pirated market is doing ‘bharpoor’ business
He wondered where the art of ‘debate’ stood in modern India — well, at least regarding certain topics. Some issues seem to have come down to a one-sided argument
I am Calvin & Hobbs. I am Charlie Brown. But I take it a step further. I am Charlie Hebdo. I am Charlie. Je
Apple CEO Tim Cook called me last evening
Santa Claus looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw was a horizontally- challenged man in a red night suit. Enough is enough, he swore, his new year resolution, no more carbs at night
My mind is in a whirl as we, in the sub-continent, head steadily towards mass insanity. At a micro level, the BMC has chosen to dig up 350 arterial roads simultaneously in our city.
Sir, I’ve sent you a telegram. As you head to Kashmir, en route to Korea. We haven’t seen you much in India lately
Priya Kumari Smriti Irani. Namaskaraam, namo namah. Put simply, how are you, madam?
Here’s the sequence of events — for the uninformed, Tarun Tejpal’s out on bail.
And so I’m sitting in Albless Baug at a Navjote — (for the unintiated, that’s the Parsi thread ceremony to initiate little Perizaads and Khushrus into Zoroastrianism)